One and the Same

March 30, 2011
When thee sky is dark
and crying to me for help,
I can't stop myself
from seeing my hideous reflection.
It's as if my feelings are
being displayed like art in
a museum for all thee world to see.
We are one and thee same.
Bothe a broken mess.
Bothe screaming on the inside
for thee light to show itself.
Wanting thee coldness to melt away.
We wander thee world in search of someone who can accept us.
But until theen I will wander withe
my grey friend floating above me
waiting to show my feelings for me.
After all,
We are one and thee same.

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